Bladder and Blood

Diane:

"Damn," I laugh, actually finding my situation funny.

Because my bladder was acting up, I left the hall to look for the comfort room. But given that I'm shitty in finding my way around new places and having this urge to explore them, my ass got lost and somehow ended up somewhere at this hotel's roomy terrace garden.

How did I get here? I abso-fucking-lutely got no clue.

And now I don't know my way back.

"Fuck. I'm so pissed I can't stop cursing," I mumble to myself as I ruffle my hair in frustration.

Turning around, I try and find my way back to who knows where the damn restroom is.

Maybe I should've accepted one of the staff's assistance. Then I wouldn't be lost like some creepy bitch wandering about at random.

Jiezel must be furious right now, and I still haven't peed! Gosh damn, where is this freaking toilet?!

Squirming, I closed my legs in hopes of holding back my urine from pouring out like a damn watery shit as I stumbled around like a penguin.

Why is this freaking hotel so big and its terrace garden so spacious, anyway? Right, of course. It's close to being like Burj Al Arab.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But can I blame myself? I only want to pee!

Should I pee behind that plant?

I stare at the innocent-looking leafy plant in front of me, and I contemplate whether to piss behind it.

If I pee behind it, my dress will get in the way. It's also hard to crouch down since it's a body-tight gown. But if I could just--

I shake my head intensely. 

Have some decency, woman! I shouted inwardly and slapped myself as I scuttled past the plant.

Making a quick right turn, I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed five big, taller than me, kinda-buff men blocking my path.

They snicker, looking up at me from head to toe.

I full-on laugh at myself this time, loudly.

What luck you really do have, Diane.

Well, shit.

"Is this woman crazy?"

"Hey, hey! She's prettier in person. How about we mess with her for a little bit?"

"No fucking way. He's told us to hurry. You know what happens if we go against his words."

He? My eyes dilated in curiosity.

"Then let's take turns doing it in the van while the newbie drives," one of them suggested. His eyes had this evil glint as he puffed his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, trampling it as he stared at me lustfully.

I cringed, heavily disgusted.

I almost barfed at his expression. It didn't suit his already unsightly self, and to crave me? Ha!

Truly a foolish behavior of a man so undeserving, although it isn't anything unsurprising.

"What business do you people have that requires my presence?" I demanded and squirmed uncomfortably in my place, having no more strength to hold back my pee.

I feel it come out a little, and I shiver.

Eek!

Another one of them smirked at me, taking one bold step closer.

"Are you scared, little bitch? Or are you excited about later?"

"What do you want?!" I hissed, gripping tightly on my dress.

I seriously have no time for this.

"How about you keep your mouth shut and quietly come with us? Hmm, pretty lady?"

I clench my fist, cautiously taking a step back when they move closer.

"I'll ask one last time. What do you want?!"

Studying the way all of them move and the stance they make, they don't seem to be the usual drunk men who are looking for trouble.

No, they look like they know what they're doing and are on guard.

"You don't need to know," one answered. Then that man slapped the person beside him on the chest, gesturing to me with a nod of his head. "Hey, get her."

Looking around my surroundings, I note my only way out will be through them.

If something happens to me, blame it on my stupid spoiled bladder.

Gritting my teeth, I leisurely took my time and didn't move, waiting for the man to get closer within an arm's length.

He let out an ugly smile. "You're a smart one, aren't ya?"

He reached out his hand close to my face, and I smirked.

"And you're a dumb one, aren't ya?" I mock back.

Giving him no time to react, I gripped his stretched arm and pulled him closer, punching him on the nose before kicking him in the balls with my heels.

He staggers backward, groaning as he clutches his groin. I smirk to myself before doing a sidekick aimed at his jaw, watching as he landed to the ground with a thud, knocked out. 

That was fast?

I shrug to myself. 

Well, whatever.

As I stepped on the man's body, I noticed a long tear on the side of my dress, from my hip up until my feet.

Crap! I knew I heard a ripping sound!

I panicked and started hyperventilating, tears pricking my eyes.

"Oh, my fucking hell! My fucking dress!" I shrieked, my tears falling as I bit my lip in despair.

Jiezel is going to kill me.

"Ack! If only I didn't do that move!" I looked down on the man under me, "Why did you have to be so freaking tall?!"

Blood started oozing out of his body slowly as I continuously stomped my heels on his stomach, wailing like a bitch.

"Hey, she's crazy!"

"She's going to kill Stan at this rate, Aman!"

"That bitch!"

Oh, wait. That slit was there in the first place.

I laugh awkwardly, looking down as I step away from the bloody body.

Oops?

I grit my teeth, charging straight for the man called Aman in the middle. But before I could reach him, I felt a hand on my ankle. I tripped, falling flat on my face.

I groan.

Shit! That hurt!

I looked up. But before I could blink, I came in contact with a kick on my face, and my vision blurred until I slowly lost consciousness.

"Karma...Truly is a bitch like me."

~~

Author:

A man emitting a bleak yet dangerous aura treaded carefully along some pathway followed by three particular men who kept heed of their distance. The three men then parted and explored the whole area thoroughly without a word.

The man, currently, stayed in place on his spot and stared at the city lights before him.

The scenery was a peaceful night, making the mysterious man wary of his surroundings; The wind glided along with the luster of the full moon, and the distant clamor of the people he heard below the many skyscrapers blended pleasantly with the roars of the vehicles. 

It all made his stomach churn in an unknown fear, and he despised the feeling.

"Sire, there are no traces of anybody in here for the last hour." One of his men reported with a bow of his head. The other two also came back with nothing to convey.

The man grunted in return. His stoic face was unnerved as he smirked in irritation, his eyes widening in pure amusement.

He inhaled a whiff of the air for any particular scent and let out a growl of frustration when he didn't smell any. It's gradually making him lose his patience, completely daunted by his trepidation.

"Search the area once more!" He bellowed, and his men dispersed immediately.

The wind was quite strong in the terrace garden, specifically since it's open-air and high above the ground. And this made it hard to sniff out any scents since, in most cases, it's already blown away.

The man turned around, but a slight gust of breeze dragging along some hideous smell caught his attention and made him stop his movements.

His brows furrow ever so slightly in curiosity, and a frown tugged up his lips. He smelled the air once again.

"Blood?" He whispered under his breath.

As if on cue, one of his men appeared before him and apprised, "Sire! There are traces of blood on the farthest end near the back entrance. But.."

"Tell me."

"It seems that there has been a commotion. The area around that part is a wreck, and it looked intentionally destroyed."

"And the blood?" He asks testily, his whole demeanor screaming how he's in a hurry.

"It still smells fresh, Alpha."

The man identified as Alpha nodded his head and patted his men on the shoulder, walked away, and gave his order. 

"Now go back, Stan, and inform the others that there will be no ball to take place. Bring the boys with you, and compensate the guests for the inconvenience however they like."

Stan was disconcerted and lost his words. 

He panicked upon noticing the retreating silhouette of his Alpha, who soon disappeared from his sight. Stan called out to him, "But Alpha Heroux! Sire!" 

"Goddamnit," He rubbed his face in frustration.

~~~

"Where the fuck are they?!" A man roared, fidgeting in the dark. It's evident with his demeanor how anxious he is about something.

"I'm sure they're near, dad." A young man in his mid 30's reassured smoothly, leaning his back on a tree.

"And what about you?! I told you to stay hidden until she's taken care of, didn't I, David?!" Tray glared daggers at his son.

"It's fine," David brushes off his father, "She'll be nothing after tonight, anyway." He smirked evilly.

Blinding lights from afar across the shadows of the trees became visible, and the roar of a vehicle's engine started getting closer. A car stopped in the middle of a clearing in the forest where the father-son duo stood with ten other men.

"I told you, right, pops? See, they're here." David confidently walked towards the black van when he heard the car door slide open, dragging along some baseball bat.

David's eyes widened like saucers upon sighting the dead bodies all over the floorboard and car seats of the black van. His body trembled in fear, and he stumbled back, landing on the ground with a thud. 

David instinctively crawled back, his fearful eyes staring at lifeless ones. "Aah!" He screamed, "B-body! Dad, there're corpses!"

Tray signaled his men to surround the black van.

Fuck, it smells like shit! David covered his nose in disgust, the sickening smell of blood overwhelming his senses. 

A person suddenly fell out from the driver's seat and onto the dirt, blood seeping out from his head and body covered in wounds as he limped.

"M-monster," He croaked out, fear laced in his voice, "H-help!" 

"What the."

"Isn't that Aman?!"

"He's all bloody!"

"H-hey!"

"Check the area!" Tray commanded, helping his son stand up and away from the van. He caught a glimpse of his four men lying dead on the floorboard, their eyes wide open - lifeless and bloodshot.

"Hi there, David."

Diane came out from the front passenger seat, her dirty red sultry dress dragging along the ground as she took a few steps, flipping her hair and setting her glaring golden-brown eyes on the two men before her.

"Oh. And Tray," She added with a hint of sarcasm.